A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who do not remember Pak please refer to chapters 64 and 66

Pak's POV

There had been moments in my life when I actually thought that life was not worth living, but when I awakened on the shore, even though I was wet and shivering, I was so thankful to have survived the disaster. I actually knelt on the sand, facing the east where the horizon was starting to change into a pale pink, bent down and touched my forehead to the sand, to silently express my gratitude to the universe for sparing my life.

My first thought after I raised my head from the sand was, did my nong Gun survive the disaster? Could he be here somewhere in the crowd of survivors?

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I looked around me, studying every face to see if I could find him anywhere but no such luck.

I noticed that, in the far distance, there was a makeshift shelter that had been constructed by some able bodied survivors, or probably by the cruise ship staff.

I decided to make my way over there to inquire if anybody had seen Gun.

I was determined to prove my sincerity and that my love for him had never wavered through the years.

I struggled to get up. I realized that my lower back was experiencing some pain. I must have bumped it on some hard surface during the chaos or I could have lost my consciousness in a very uncomfortable position.

After a slow and painful walk, I reached the makeshift shelter. There was a line of survivors waiting to be handed some kind of food that was wrapped in plastic. I couldn't make out exactly what it was. It could have been a bun or a biscuit. Something of that sort.

The guy at the end of the line turned to look at me when I approached.

"Hey," he said with a sad smile, "what do you think are the chances that we will be rescued from here very soon?"

"I have no idea," I replied, "I can only hope that it would be soon."

The guy nodded, again with a sad smile. Even if it was a sad smile, he had an attractive smile.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

I held out my hand to him.

"I'm Pak, by the way," I said to him.

He took my hand and said, "And I am Chanagun, and some people call me Gun for short but there was someone on the ship whom I met who preferred to call me Chani. I hope he made it safely to this island. I'm still looking around for him."

"Well, you have a really nice smile, so I think I'm gonna call you Gunsmile, if you don't mind," I said while I was shaking hands with him.

After we were both handed a biscuit in a transparent plastic wrapper, Gunsmile asked whether I wanted to go and explore the island with him.

"Actually, my lower back hurts really bad," I said, "I would like to just sit somewhere and wait for the pain to go away."

"Why don't you go and ask the nurse for some pain pills," Gunsmile suggested.

"Oh, are there nurses on the island?" I asked in happy surprise.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are two of them right now, over on the other side of this shelter, treating those who suffered some injuries during the disaster," Gunsmile replied, "would you like me to go with you over there?"

"I would be grateful if you stayed by my side," I replied.

Gunsmile and I stood and waited as the nurses treated the bleeding forehead of one survivor and the wide gash on the elbow of another.

"Next," one of the nurses announced in a tired voice. I noticed that he had dark rings around his eyes. It looked like he had been up all night.

I stepped forward and said, "I have a bad pain in my lower back. Do you have anything I can take to relieve it?"

"Yes," said the nurse, bending to open a large plastic container that had been set up behind him. He took out a white plastic bottle, uncapped it and shook out two tablets into the lid.

Then he tipped the lid and shook out the tablets into the palm of my hand.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" he asked.

"A biscuit," I replied.

"Good enough," he said.

Then he took out an eight ounce bottle of water and handed it to me.

"Thanks so much," I said, taking the bottle from him.

After I swallowed the pills, I started walking towards a grassy area not too far away from the makeshift shelter.

I looked back and noticed that Gunsmile had not followed me. He had stayed to chat with the nurse who had also handed him an eight ounce bottle of water.

I made my way to a not so tall tree but which had wide leafy branches.

I stopped in my tracks. There was already someone sitting and resting his back against its trunk.

Even though I had just finished drinking all the water in the bottle, my throat suddenly felt dry. Either my heart skipped a beat or it had totally stopped beating.

I felt weak in the knees and could hardly walk.

I forced myself to take one step and then another, towards the one and only love of my life who, like me, had miraculously survived the disaster.

I quietly sat down beside him, not saying a word, not wanting to disturb his sleep, if indeed he was asleep.

I noticed him starting to nod, first to one side and then towards my side.

I sidled up closer and allowed his head to rest on my shoulder.

My tears started to cascade down my cheeks.

Was this a sign? Were we meant to be together again?

Was I meant to be together with him? Was he meant to be Together With Me?

A/N: Please forgive my constant reference to MaxTul. For some reason YouTube keeps on recommending to me videos of them being sweet and lovey dovey to each other. It's hard to tell if it's fanservice or real, they act so naturally and comfortably with each other.

Third Person POV

Gun slowly awakened, feeling a little fluid trickling from the side of his mouth. He quickly used the front hem of his shirt to wipe his mouth.

He straightened his head, realizing that he had been resting it on someone's shoulder, and realizing in utter mortification that his oral fluid had trickled on to the shirt of the guy sitting beside him.

When he turned to look at the guy's face, he covered his face in embarrassment.

"It's okay, nong Gun," said Pak, "don't waste any thought over it."

"I'm sorry," said Gun, his hands still hiding his face.

"We are so lucky to have survived the disaster," Pak said, looking intently at Gun, willing him to remove his face from his hands.

Gun nodded.

"Yes, we are," Gun said, lifting his head and removing his hands finally from his face.

"Have you had anything to eat?" Pak asked.

"Yes," Gun replied, "I was among the first of the survivors to be handed a biscuit and a bottle of water."

"Does your body feel any kind of pain?" Pak asked.

"No," Gun replied, "I just feel very, very tired. I feel like I will be dozing off to sleep again any minute."

"Rest your head on my lap," Pak offered.

Gun hesitated. Pak's heart was in his throat as he waited for Gun to decide.

Finally Gun said, "Okay, thanks, I will, if it's not a big inconvenience for you."

Pak wanted to say, 'nothing you ask me to do will ever be an inconvenience for me', but he kept quiet and just held Gun's head gently in place on his lap.